CHAPTER XXVII
ON A NOONDAY in mid-November, they all sat grouped about the dinner table, eating the last of the dessert concocted by Mammy from corn meal and dried huckleberries, sweetened with sorghum. There was a chill in the air, the first chill of the year, and Pork, standing behind Scarlett's chair, rubbed his hands together in glee and questioned: "Ain' it 'bout time fer de hawg killin', Miss Scarlett?"
"You can taste those chitlins already, can't you?" said Scarlett with a grin. "Well, I can taste fresh pork myself and if the weather holds for a few days more, we'll—"
Melanie interrupted, her spoon at her lips, "Listen, dear! Somebody's coming!"
"Somebody hollerin'," said Pork uneasily.
On the crisp autumn air came clear the sound of horse's hooves, thudding as swiftly as a frightened……
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